talking to the trees

My hair is blowing in the wind.

Leaves soar through the sky,

Twirling like a ballerina.

I lie down. I hear the river sing to the fish.

Birds jump through branches, and possums play.

The wind tells me secrets.

I stand up and walk through the water.

Fish jump out of the way. The algae makes the ground slippery.

A school of fish dive at my legs, nibbling at the algae on the floor.

In the distance, a waterfall gushes down in a nearby billabong.

Crickets chirp as they sing to their kids.

How can I save you? I whisper as I leave.

Keep coming, whispered in the breeze